www.flickr.comMove over, Beth, and give me a bite of that venison burger.
While I've pretty much given up on growing anything on my property except for yarrow, lavender, daffodils and a few other things deer don't eat, excusing them for their bad manners because they're being squeezed out of their native habitat, I've drawn the line: The flowers in my pots on the front porch are mine, okay? You guys have the entire two acres. I just want a few pots of flowers outside my door.
Yesterday I discovered that my New Guinea impatiens on my front porch in a pot on a small table near the front door, as well as my begonias potted in a larger pot on the top step had been chomped off, without so much as a by-your-leave, by the deer running rampant through our neighborhood.
Now I'm mad. I'm going to take human hair, mix it with soap chips and tie bags of it around my porch. Or why bother? The flowers are gone. Summer's half over. Deer herd: 2; Nanny: 0.
Yeah, chill out and let nature take its course. Open up a bottle of beer to go with that venison burger, and, hey, I'll take a slice of tomato and onion on mine. What? They ate the tomato, too? Okay, then, I give up.
Deer: 3; Nanny: 0.
2 comments:
Hey, Louie ate my McDonald's hamburger that I left on the seat of my car after a gal rear-ended me Monday. Same issue?
Guess you'd better resort to hanging baskets out front or get a pellet gun that won't hurt them but will scare those Bambis out of your yard.
They're no longer Bambis. They are now meat.
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